posted on Feb, 13 2004 @ 09:29 PM
However the modern mind may exult in the discoveries and inventions of the present age, it must concede that little has been added to the civilization
of the past, while much has certainly been lost. The men sometimes called primitive were not savages. The oldest written characters of which we have
the key prove themselves not only richest in power of expression, but reveal startling facts connected with prehistoric society. In massive
architecture, in naval structures, in tremendous mechanical appliances, in agriculture and peaceful commerce, and in the domestication of the lower
animals, no less than in language as a vehicle for thought, the nations of antiquity attained a marvellous perfection. It would seem that almost as
many arts have been lost as have been preserved.
Who now can manufacture transparent gold, malleable glass, and quenchless lamps; construct garden ships, and self-directing magnetic chariots,
build hanging gardens, or elevated viaducts and aqueducts of Cyclopean proportion, such as are found in the ruins of Central and South America? A
recent explorer remarks: "The Incas tempered copper to an edge keen as steel; they cut jewels with an art that modern lapidaries cannot imitate;
their colors are as lasting as their architecture; under their political economy millions of people lived as one family."
Who now will hew temples and cities of night under the rocky ribs of mountains? What modern chisel can restore the flinty statues of Elephanta,
Ellora, and Ajunta, whose sculptors "built like giants and finished like jewellers?" Where is the artist can carve and color marble to rival living
flesh and finish statues whose diamond eyes seem to follow the beholder? Where is the scholar who can write a page of history with one dash of the
Were not the metaphysics and cosmogonies of Hindu philosophers more profound and far-reaching than our own? Where are our astronomical and
geological calculations that stretch backward and forward through a kalpa, a period of time expressed by a unit and sixty cyphers? In the ancient
esoteric doctrine is contained all that mere man can know of the origin of the universe, the laws of force, and the mystery of human existence. The
Gommerean mind may be more clear and methodical in detail, but the root-thought will ever be found with the Hindu mystic dreamer.
Did not the priests of Egypt use the telephone and audiphone, or their equivalent, and penetrate the mysteries of magnetism as moderns have
What monarch now will yoke the lion to his car, or tame the savage ounce, or use a serpent for a walking-stick? And what theatrical
transformation scene at the present day equals the celebration of the Egyptian and Greek mysteries?
It may be asked, What was the source of this perfected civilization? There is much evidence to prove that the impress was from the West to the
East, from America to Asia; that the grand canals of Atlantis, no longer a fabled island, were the gateways through which issued the arts, sciences,
and whatever else contributes to that material prosperity which is at once the blessing, or the bane, of national existence.
The author of the following story has been for many years collecting materials for a study of this wonderful country, the Merope of Theopompus,
called by the Greeks The Garden of the Hesperides, and by the Argonauts the Island of Flowers; and has, under the guise of fiction, endeavored to
embody an idea of its stupendous civilization, also to describe the awful cataclysm by which, according to Hindu geology, it was destroyed, eleven
thousand four hundred years ago.
A. E. S.
ST. ALBANS, VT., 1885